Smell the stench

It's something that won't wash off

Look at me, touch me

I need you to feel the guilt



And did it bring you wealth

For all the money I got

Doesn't relate to any extend

The sacrifice, my lost



Now you spent it on some delirious drugs

Which brings you lower again

You're useless, a pesticide

A sickness that won't heal

If I still had the choice

On deciding upon your life

A thousand needles in a one way out



Look at me, touch me

I need you to feel the guilt

Smell the stench

It's something that won't wash off



For me the victim an open casket funeral

For the accused, he's innocent

Not to blame



Raised upon this wicked world

His mother was a whore

Earning crack, cracked she was

Killed when he was four



Father dear, dear he was

An angel brought up in hell



Sister cried: Daddy hurts

Hurt indeed she was



Now I call the witness, me

To the stand

And try to tell the truth

For the truth is now revealed

The jury loudly chants

The crowd they enter to



For all they want

Is blood on their hands

Blood in, blood out